Saturday, January 19, 2008

the thing is, diplomacy, is nothing like throwing up. nope, neither is it like a shitstorm of mispronounced words, the compromising amount of pain i'm in daily, the categorical way you denied any guilt, or the words she said (just to say). it's also nothing like the great ideas that you paint in capital letters, the warm blanket around your shoulders, the sand on the beach, or twisting-tearing-breaking of ligaments-tendons-bones.

diplomacy is more like a strawberry milkshake, or a talltall tree. more like a cast covered in writing, a song that makes you feel amazing, or a "so long" that doesn't last that long.

today, i was going to start the ABC's of why i don't mind life, but i realized:i am way too sober for this.